Chapter 10
"Maxwell!"
"Quiet, he's probably asleep. I'll check on him."
The three boys deposited their bags by the door, dirty, tired, and cranky. The Chinese boy made his way into the kitchen, intent on quenching his thirst before he started on his mission report. The green-eyed boy making a beeline for the washroom, headed for a shower no doubt. And the Japanese boy, searching out his depressed friend.
Ever since Quatre had disappeared, Duo and Heero had formed a closer bond, Heero looking out for his heart-broken partner when the others were more intent on fighting. True, the war was still raging on around them, missing comrade or not, but Heero had always lived by his emotions, and right now his heart was going out to his friend. After all, Quatre had brought Duo out of his shell, breaking down the mask the usually he himself was accused of having.
Heero had always been able to tell, if you looked really closely at those deep violet eyes when the American smiled, it would never truly reach them. Since Quatre and him had became lovers, the smiles were always genuine, and the self-proclaimed God of Death was happier.
When this love left him, Duo had been on an infinite spiral downwards, his only hope standing in the return of his friend and lover. He rarely slept, too busy crying, and he rarely talked, too busy trying not to cry. If he was truly asleep now, than he needed it. Heero's intent was only to make sure he was sleeping peacefully and was still breathing.
The site that greeted him when he opened the door almost floored the normally stoic pilot. He had to hold himself back from shouting to the others. On the bed in Duo's rather untidy room, lay Duo, happily asleep with the most peaceful smile Heero had ever seen on his fellow pilots' face. And in his arms lay and equally peaceful blonde-haired pilot that all but one of the rest of them had given up for dead. Yet, here he was, maybe a bit bruised and with a few injuries from what the cobalt-eyed boy could see, but none the worse for wear.
He let a rare smile grace his features as Duo stirred and pulled the blonde boy closer to him, mumbling something in his hair that Heero, in all his profound abilities, couldn't decipher.
He let the door close softly and walked back down the hall.
"So, you find him?" WuFei asked, finishing off his milk and leaning against the counter. He gave Heero a quizzical look when he saw the Japanese boys' expression.
"Hai, found them." Heero answered mechanically, mentally smirking as he retrieved himself a glass of water.
"Them?" WuFei asked, puzzled.
"Aa, and if either of you wake them omea wo korosue."
"You mean...?!" WuFei's eyes widened.
Heero nodded. "Quatre's back."
